You cannot tell me who my God is. All I want to do is cry and yell at the top of my lungs, but the only words that escape my mouth are whispers that say "To you be the Glory." I want to fall into a deep sleep and awaken when everything is okay. I am tired and undone. Someone has robbed me and I have taken a fist to the gut. This hurts...

But still...You cannot not tell me who my God is. ***You attempt to distort my view of him, yet my praises will find him and see him clearly.***

Life yells that I am forgotten and worthless. My blind eyes and broken spirit waits. It waits and cries out, You cannot tell me who my God is. 

Despite the...